Elesh Norn, the Grand Cenobite of the Machine Orthodoxy, paced nervously.
'This is taking too long,' she thought, 'they should have been back by now.'
"Grand Cenobite!"
Elesh Norn looked up and saw one of her priests walking up to her followed by members of the Porcelain Legion. The priest held a small porcelain box.
"Report!," ordered Norn.
"The Porcelain Legion retrieved it, Praetor. The mirrans fought hard but we preveiled," said the priest.
"Excellent," smiled Elesh Norn.
Norn went to her throne and sat down.
"You may now present it to me," said Norn
"Right away," said the priest.
The priest went up to Norn, knelt down and said:
It was a beautiful, sunny autumn day. A cool breeze blew through the air, ruffling Jace Beleren's cloak. Jace was too deep in thought to notice. He was very troubled by a decision he would soon have to make. He helds three small parchments. He studied the markings on the parchments very intensely, hoping they would give him a clue to what he should do next.
"Hey! Mind Sculptor!"
Jace looked up from the parchments and took notice of Chandra Nalaar, who was across from him, holding two parchments of her own.
"Come on and make your move already," she demanded.
"Still your tongue, firebrand! Such an important decision requires a great deal of